“Leave my hand!” Nuha shouted, voice shaking with pure anger.

Luv ignored her completely. He dragged her harder through the rooms, his fingers locked tight around her wrists.

“God will never forgive you for what you’re doing!” she yelled again, pulling and twisting with all her strength, tears burning her eyes. “You have no right!”

The bedroom door banged open. Luv shoved her onto the bed. She landed hard, gasping. He locked the door — loud click — then turned to her. His eyes were dark, burning. He started ripping open his shirt buttons, one by one.

“Stop it right now!” Nuha screamed, trying to get up. He grabbed her wrists, pulled her close, and slowly dragged the zipper of her dress down, staring deep into her furious, tear-filled eyes.

Tears poured down her face. She struggled hard, pushing against his chest, but he was too strong.

The dress fell away. He stripped it off completely, He pushed her again on the bed. She snatched the blanket and covered herself, clutching it tight, body trembling with rage and fear.

“You’re the biggest mistake I ever made!” she said, voice breaking but loud.

Luv took off the rest of his clothes fast, no hesitation. Then he was on the bed He yanked the blanket away in one rough pull, then leaning over her, trapping her under him with his arms. 

Their naked bodies pressed together — hot, tight, no space left.

“I was going to marry him! He wanted me and the baby!” she shouted, voice cracking with anger.

She swung her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

The sound echoed.

“Did he know you’re pregnant with my child?” Luv asked, voice low and rough.

“Yes!” she cried out. “And he was ready to accept both of us! He was a good man!”

Luv’s hand moved to her stomach, pressing there possessively. “You’re not some charity case that needs acceptance... You and this baby are mine.”

“Let me go!” she screamed, fresh tears streaming, body thrashing under him. “I hate you!”

He leaned in closer, face inches from hers. “Then why didn’t you get rid of my child? Why is it still growing inside you?”

Nuha froze for a second, then turned her face away, breathing fast, jaw clenched tight.

Luv forced her legs apart with his knee, He pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand.

“I don’t want you,” she gritted out.

His eyes narrowed, dark and hungry.

His free hand slid down, fingers circling her clit slowly. “Then why are you so wet for me?”

He leaned in, tongue tracing her neck in one hot, slow lick. “Why is your body arching up like this?”

His mouth moved lower. He captured one tight nipple between his lips, giving it a slow, gentle suck — tongue swirling softly, drawing it deeper into the wet heat of his mouth. He pulled back “Why are these so hard… aching just for my tongue?”

He rose up, cupping her flushed cheek, “Why are your cheeks burning red?”

His gaze locked on hers, voice low, “And why… is your skin glowing like you were made for my touch?”

She trembled beneath him, thighs quivering, body answering every question her words refused.

He smiled dark, tender, obsessed and pressed himself closer, the only thung dening me is this mouth ,He grabbed her face, forced her to look straight at him.

“The only thing denying me… is this mouth,” he murmured, voice rough with need.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

She glared at him, chest heaving with fury. Then, slowly, her lips parted.

He crashed his mouth onto hers and kissed her.

Slow.

Filthy.

Deep.

His tongue slipped past her parted lips without rush, sliding along hers, thick, wet, deliberate. He tasted every corner of her mouth like he had all the time in the world to memorize her. He curled his tongue around hers, sucking it gently into his mouth, drawing it deeper so she could feel how much he craved her — every slow pull, every slick glide.

And she answered.

Her tongue met his halfway, hesitant at first, then bolder, sliding against his in filthy, needy strokes. She sucked back gently, soft moans vibrating into his mouth as she tangled with him, chasing the taste of him the way he chased hers. 

He shifted above her, eyes locked on hers. Slowly, he entered her.

The moment he was fully inside, he released her wrists completely. 

Instantly her nails dug into his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist, she pulled him deeper, closer, erasing every last inch of space between them. A long, trembling sigh escaped her, and a profound sense of calm settled over her — like the storm inside her had finally found its anchor.

He began to move — gentle but possessive, filling her completely with every slow thrust. 

As the rhythm deepened and heat coiled tighter, she pressed her lips to his ear, voice small and shaky: “Ummmhh… slow down, please…” A soft, polite plea.

He obeyed instantly — easing back to slower deeper strokes, His mouth found the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

“I love you…” he whispered against her skin, the words raw and cracked.

“I hate you…” she breathed in return... but her arms tightened around his neck, her body arching to meet every gentle glide, holding him like letting go would unravel her.

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